Gilbert scoffed and ducked under a branch, taking note that the dirt path they were following was starting to thin and become more overgrown. It had somewhat recently been churned up by what was presumably horses at a gallop. As if confirmation of that, he carefully stepped around what appeared to be a streak of dung. The thief was pushing… Read more

The other man glared at Alfred from the corner of his eye, self-consciously tugging his studded skirt down around his short trousers, simple protection for his upper legs from rocks or debris thrown around in a street or bar brawl, as well as diverting rainwater away to keep his underclothes dry. He supposed it would also be of assistance… Read more

((this is a continuation of an RP we had previously started!))

 

Gilbert trudged along the pathway and tried to ignore the way he could almost feel his impromptu partner snickering at his unfamiliarity with the forest terrain, his sandals thoroughly unsuited to tracking targets through the dirt and mud. Well, dirt and mud was a certainty in… Read more

((this is a continuation of an RP we had previously started!))

 

Gilbert trudged along the pathway and tried to ignore the way he could almost feel his impromptu partner snickering at his unfamiliarity with the forest terrain, his sandals thoroughly unsuited to tracking targets through the dirt and mud. Well, dirt and mud was a certainty in… Read more

Gilbert clucked his tongue and met the other’s eyes properly, holding his gaze in a brazen display of control. His fingers linked together as he shifted subtly, considering how to phrase his question. Would it be too blunt, or would he be too light on the poor kid? He internally rolled his eyes, this was a nation he was talking about. So… Read more

The albino’s brows rose a touch and he finished his lunch, politely sliding the plate away from himself and returning to resting his elbows on the table, gaze attentive and eyes very slightly narrowed, scanning the Italian’s face as if subtly searching for information, apparently unhappy with the answer he had received.

 

“…Feliciano. May… Read more

The albino’s brows rose a touch and he finished his lunch, politely sliding the plate away from himself and returning to resting his elbows on the table, gaze attentive and eyes very slightly narrowed, scanning the Italian’s face as if subtly searching for information, apparently unhappy with the answer he had received.

“…Feliciano. May I… Read more

He sat back in his chair and folded his fingers over his stomach, red eyes levelling their gaze at the Italian and lips drawing downwards, apparently unhappy with the reply. Something was evidently going on in his head, but he didn’t voice any of his thoughts.

 

“…So. How has your country been? Things stable nowadays? Merkel has got me… Read more

He sat back in his chair and folded his fingers over his stomach, red eyes levelling their gaze at the Italian and lips drawing downwards, apparently unhappy with the reply. Something was evidently going on in his head, but he didn’t voice any of his thoughts.

“…So. How has your country been? Things stable nowadays? Merkel has got me… Read more

He nodded and returned to eating his own lunch, hands delicately holding the knife and fork. Table manners and etiquette had been effectively beaten into him to create an unusual dichotomy between his violent and volatile persona and the precise mannerisms he used in everyday life, from the way he held his cutlery, to the way his lips pursed as… Read more

He shrugged non-committally. “Eat. I’ll make something for you to take home.” He slid out of his chair with a brisk movement and disappeared into the kitchen, starting to get out the pots and such required to make the stew. It would be able to be frozen and stored away for months at a time. He smiled to himself, remembering his confusion… Read more

Gilbert’s expression shifted, becoming something almost gentle. He sat back in his chair and his lips pursed in a particular way that made his whole features soften, from the sharpness of his cheekbones and his jaws to the way his mouth was usually set in a hard line.

 

He spoke slowly, as if approaching an injured animal. “There’s always… Read more

Annoyance briefly flashed across his expression. He really needed to keep that under control. Taking a sip from his coffee, red eyes focused on the other.

 

“Isn’t your brother around?” Surely the southern Italy would be there for Feliciano, right? Gilbert chewed the inside of his lip and took a slice of bread and a few slices of salami,… Read more

The German watched him carefully, silently observing his mannerisms and the way his body moved. He found it easy to assess people’s dispositions and what was going on, and prided himself on being as observant as possible. He couldn’t exactly figure out what was going on with Feliciano, couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was… Read more

His eyes immediately narrowed, but only once Feliciano’s back was turned. The poor boy was far too thin and walked like he had just been shot. Gilbert was familiar with both sensations, but both of those things came and went with war and work camps. Neither of which were currently a problem for the Mediterranean, as far as he was… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Leaning back in his chair, Gilbert frowned. The coffee on the table was getting cold. He had called the Northern Italian brother over for coffee and snacks, something that he did not necessarily do under any circumstance. However, this was not a normal circumstance. The fact was: Something was up with Feliciano. While Gilbert was no longer… Read more

Leaning back in his chair, Gilbert frowned. The coffee on the table was getting cold. He had called the Northern Italian brother over for coffee and snacks, something that he did not necessarily do under any circumstance. However, this was not a normal circumstance. The fact was: Something was up with Feliciano. While Gilbert was no longer… Read more